LOST IN THE MIST

The truth is we no longer have names
Since the old names no longer apply –
Now, we’re becoming as anonymous as God.

No one knows the original name of God either –
All those religions inspired by God’s ancient names
Have been shedding their names
Along with all the adjectives clustered around them.

That’s why I’m waiting for a new God without a name
To suddenly appear, like happened in the old days –
For example, when Jesus first arrived, no one knew who he was,
But now, everybody knows his name.

Pretty soon, many more of us will have lost our names
And forgotten who we are –
Lost in the mist –
Inadvertently painted over.

I myself was born with a name
But I’m about to lose it
When I step out into a sky of pulsing, radiant stars
I’ll become someone – way up there –
Someone who I no longer remember, and you don’t remember either –
Yes, it’s true – I’ll still be alive –
Alive, but no longer having my own name –

For now, just call me “God.”

OBELISKS ARE “SUNBEAMS”

Obelisks started off in Heliopolis
Where, primordially, people had worshiped the sun.

Subsequently, those stone “sunbeams” – as trophies –
Got moved to Rome, Paris, London, and even, New York –
Traveling from capital to capital –
Empire to empire.

They remind us that even though sunbeams are intangible –
They’re the source of all light and life.

This is spiritual materialism at its best – and worst –
Representing light and life with massive granite spikes
Poking up into the azure blue eye
Of sky.

Light and life are essential attributes of “God” –
Really, any God at all!

Obelisks are ancient spiritual materialistic
Symbols for God –
First imagined by the Egyptians –
Taking the form of giant granite sunbeams.

TEARS OF JOY

Evangelical Christians talk about being “born again” –
As if it’s easy.

And that suffering and dying are nothing more than just saying the words
“Jesus Christ.”

But this is all a sham.

Suffering and dying are very difficult –
As Jesus so graphically demonstrated.

But that’s what it costs –

Dying, to make way for the birth
Of the kind of people God meant for all of us to be –

Pretty much everything in the ancient world had to be destroyed
To make room for that.

It’s the same for each one of us – it won’t be easy –
Giving up and
Starting all over again –

Arriving straight out of a spiritual womb
Into a sky we’ve never experienced before.

At birth, everyone starts crying,
You, your friends, the entire world – everyone –

Tears of joy.